This isn’t that #10yearchallenge post (maybe it is), but you already know what I look like now so there won’t be any side-by-side. Ha! I believe in reflection, though. So, let’s reflect. The last ten years have been experienced in equal parts brokenness and elation. I was 20/21 in this photo (2009), in my senior year at Ball State. Deeply disconnected. Struggling in all ways. Navigating through challenging personal things I was ill-equipped to handle. And, about to graduate with a degree in a field that I had lost all passion for right at the very end. I’ll never forget standing in my living room and letting myself finally say it out loud: “I don’t want to do this anymore.” It was a rough couple years after and then things got okay and then it all fell apart again and again, a little bit worse each time, and this would be the continuous cycle of my 20s. And, while I still haven’t reached any sort of revelation in understanding why things are the way that they are — I mean, I’m getting there (I know why), but I owe everything to all the versions of me not only over the past ten years, but the last thirty who endured so I could be in this singular moment in time that I am in now — healing and living onward.